He unzips my dress and it falls to the floor. His warm hands palm my ass cheeks. His lips tease the curve of my neck and he murmurs, "Too bad we need clothes."

Zings explode in all my cells and I lean against him. I ask, "Since I didn't pack any clothes, I'm assuming you did?"

He chuckles. "Don't worry. I've got this handled. Do you want to go to the bathroom and wash your face? You've got some makeup running down it."

"Oh geez." I cringe.

He shrugs. "I assume you don't want to go out like that. But I'm okay with it if you are."

I shake my head. "Absolutely not. Is there anything to wash it off with?"

"There's stuff inside." He points to the bathroom door.

"Of course there is," I chirp, loving that Sebastian is always prepared. I step into the bathroom, and horror fills me.

Mascara streaks down my face in thick, black blurry lines. My lip stain faintly outlines my mouth but isn't on the rest of it. The white in my eyes is red.

"Let's see what's in here," I mutter, then open the medicine cabinet. My heart swells. Sebastian's stocked it with all of my skincare products, makeup, and other toiletries. There's also a bottle of eye drops.

I wash my face and add the drops. Then I put on a small amount of makeup and deodorant. I spritz three sprays of perfume and step back outside.

Sebastian wears a pair of designer jeans and a beige sweater. His eyes drift down my body. I realize all I'm wearing is the little thong Melanie gave me. He pins his blues on my lower body and smirks, "Nice touch."

I try to avoid his heated gaze and blurt out, "Oh gosh, please tell me you have clean underwear for me too."

He points to the pile of clothes on the bed. "That I do."

"Thank goodness!" I exclaim, wishing I could take a shower.

We quickly get dressed. I slide into a pair of skinny jeans, a nude tank top, and a pale-pink cable-knit sweater. I beam. "This is really nice. And thanks for stocking the plane with all my bathroom things."

Pride fills his expression. He tosses his arm in the air in victory, proclaiming, "Yes! I got another thing right."

"You get a lot right," I blurt out.

His face falls. He lowers his voice, questioning, "I do?"

I nod. "Yeah, you do."

A humble grin graces his lips. It's rare I see it; he normally wears his cocky one, but I like it just as much. He gives me a peck on the lips and says, "I'm glad you think so."

"I do," I reiterate.

He retreats, stating, "Let's get out of here. Coats, hats, scarves, and gloves are at the front of the cabin."

I give him a little salute. Excitement fills me. I still can't believe I'm in Iceland for Christmas! "Okay then, let's do this."